This is a song about "Left"

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

All the people you left behind.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And i'm left for the corrections,

Left you bitches there standing idle

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I left for one summer,

And while i’m in your mother

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Left her outta the limelight

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Im being pulled left and right

A low life's plight